Page 25 of Cyborg's Tether
He hesitated. “I believe I do, but I have few memories of...previous encounters. Just bits and pieces, and nothing specifi—oh, my—” He broke off as her mouth engulfed him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
She hummed in amusement, the vibrations making him gasp and clutch at the sheets. She began to bob her head, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke, working her hand in tandem to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. Still feeling like an inexperienced teenager, he struggled not to come too soon, but the sensation was overwhelming, and he feared he would reach his peak before long. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. “I don’t want to finish yet.”
She released him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’re so sexy when you talk dirty like that.”
He pulled her back onto his lap to kiss her deeply, intent on giving her the same pleasure before he allowed his cock to be inside her slick pussy. Her panties proved no barrier to his determination, and he tore them, tossing them aside as she let out a moan of satisfaction.
She moaned once more when he kissed her, arching against his as she ground her now bare pussy against his cock. The slickness of her arousal coated him, and he had to taste her.
He lifted her off his lap and laid her on the bed, kneeling between her thighs. “I want to taste you.”
She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as he lowered his head to her pussy, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His processors amplified every exquisite scent and sensation, and he was drunk on her.
He traced the tip of his tongue along her slit, and she whimpered, bucking her hips against his mouth. He continued to explore her, learning what made her moan and writhe with pleasure. He found her clit and circled it with his tongue, and she cried out, clutching at the sheets.
“Xavier, please.”
He continued to tease her, enjoying the way she squirmed and begged for release. Finally, he relented, sliding two fingers into her tight pussy as he sucked on her clit. She came apart, screaming his name as her orgasm crashed over her.
He continued to work her through her climax, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling and breathless. As she lay there panting, he moved up her body, kissing her skin as he went. “You’re so beautiful.”
She smiled, her cheeks flushed with color, as she opened her arms to him. “I want you inside me this time, X.”
He smiled. “I would be pleased.” He hesitated, some memory surfacing of needing certain precautions. “Can I make you pregnant?”
She hesitated. “Possibly. It varies with each cyborg. In your case, I believe your reproductive organs are fully intact, but I have a BioChip, so we have no worries.”
“Ah, good.” He kissed her again as he positioned himself at her entrance. “I’m ready to enter you.”
She nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation as she giggled slightly. “Making love with a cyborg is definitely interesting.”
He pushed inside her, groaning at the tightness and wetness of her pussy. “You feel amazing.”
She moaned, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. “So do you.”
They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that brought them both to the edge of ecstasy. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back as she arched against him. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent as he drove into her. His processors were overwhelmed with the sensations, and pleasure flooded his body.
As she clenched around him, her release triggered his own. He came with a roar, spilling himself deeply inside her. His cock pulsed and throbbed as he emptied himself into her, and she shuddered with her own release.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, spent and sated. She curled against him, resting her head on his chest as she stroked his bald head, carefully avoiding the attachment at the base of his skull.
“That was incredible,” she whispered.
He smiled, pulling her closer. “I agree.”
She looked up at him, eyes shining with emotion. “I’m glad I met you, Xavier.”
He kissed her forehead. “I am glad I met you too, Amaya.” He’d expected his cybernetic existence to be one fueled by logic and strength, but he was glad to learn he hadn’t left behind the capacity to love or be loved—particularly physically, as they were still joined. He squeezed his pelvic muscles, and her eyes widened. “I find my stamina has greatly increased in all areas. Would you like to engage in coitus again?”
She laughed as she angled up her head to brush her lips against his. “Perhaps it might be more fun just to fuck this time.” With a wink, she drew him against her for round two.
Chapter 10—Amaya
THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDEAmaya’s lab felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just her. She had worked late into the night, the weight of too many unanswered questions pressing down on her. The research data blurred on the screen as her mind spiraled around what they had uncovered.
Xavier had been nearby, a steady presence amid her mounting frustration. He had left the lab for just a moment to synthicate a meal for them, giving her time to breathe, but now the emptiness felt oppressive. It was like something darker was waiting beneath the surface of their discoveries.
She stared down at her datapad, her vision unfocused as tears welled, her mind racing with possibilities too terrible to consider. It was wrong. Had to be—yet the evidence stared her in the face.